Highness

[a_libertine]

Her hips rolled up for him, and Marsdan grinned. His tongue snaked out and flicked across her clit, faster and faster. As her body tensed to cum, he stopped and licked down her slit to her quim slicked anus.

His tongue probed her ass, then moved to her pussy. Back and forth he moved with irregular movements, keeping her from finding the satisfaction she so desperately needed.

"I think I like you like this very much, Sabirah," he whispered into her.

 

[plightofsabine]

The more he teased her, the more animated she became. Sabirah continued to squirm under his ministrations and when his hot, wet tongue lapped the length of her intimate flesh, she trembled deeply and her moans broke the surface of her lips. She wanted to grasp his head and pull that deliciously talented tongue to her and grind her hot, needy flesh against it. It took a great deal of will to avoid wrapping her legs around him. Each stroke of his tongue slowly chipped away at that discipline.

Her pulse pounded; she could feel it in her temples and she could feel her heat beating rapidly. When he would slow, the pounding ebbed a little, but when he returned to his teasing, her pulse would quickly gain strength. The see-sawing motion between sensations fueled her body and he could feel the heat emanating from her.

His hot breath washed over her sending a shiver through her. Her nails dug into her arms and her firm nipples started to throb. It was a bittersweet, aching pleasure he subjected her to.

She wanted much. She wanted to feel him buried within her, filling her, to feel her body explode in orgasm, but there was something else she wanted, and she just couldn't wrap her mind around it. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or to see it through.

She pleaded with him in a throaty voice, "Please Marsdan...pleaseeeeee.."Sabirah didn't know what she was asking for, but it was all she could do.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan damn near blew his load when Sabirah almost inarticulately begged, "Please Marsdan...pleaseeeeee.."

Marsdan replaced his tongue with fingers, as he slid one into her anus, and the other into her pussy. Sabirah was vibrating in her sexual needs so much that he didn't have to pump into her, she was fucking herself onto his fingers.

His cock ached. It hurt even to breath he was so turned on by her, and what she was willing to allow him to do to and with her. The possibilities were endless, and Marsdan was more than willing to experiment with Sabirah magically as well as physically.

"You want this feeling to last all day?" he asked, his lips wetly brushing her ears. "I can do that for you, make this feeling last until tonight when you come sneak to my chambers. Or I walk into yours, and take you on your own bed."

He twisted a nipple and hoarsely whispered, "Say please again, and it will happen."

 

[plightofsabine]

She writhed a little more as he kept her bound there on the table. She had felt the frenzy before, briefly. This time though, the frenzy that was being urged forward had the potential to become an inferno.

She wanted to carry these sensations through the day. She wanted to feel his presence and hold it tightly to her. Maybe this is what she needed, today.

The aching had her body so tense and so alert she could feel every breath he took and every throbbing sensation that gripped her. It could be a torment for her, but a sweet one. She trusted him.

When his words reached her lips she responded without hesitation, her voice still thick with need, "Oh Gods, Marsdan," she panted... "yes please..."

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan grinned and whispered, "Of course, Sabirah."

He reached into his pouch and pulled a harness out. The harness had three attachments, or rather, two attachments and a hardened area. The two attachments were small phallus about the diameter of his middle finger, and as long. He smoothed one up and down her slit, getting it wet and slipped that into her anus, while the other popped easily into her pussy. The hardened area sat atop the apex of her slit, and pressed against her clit.

He fastened the straps around her legs and to the top of the harness, and whispered, "This belongs to Marsdan, let my visage and thought of me bring pleasure to Sabirah. Let that pleasure suffuse her, not please her completely."

The harness tightened around her magically. When she looked up from where he was working to him, the two fingers buried in her began vibrating slightly, while the hard area over her clit began pulsing against her in time with her heart beat.

Hands now free, Marsdan began massaging her breasts, tweaking her taut nipples as he did. "I think this will be a most pleasurable day."

"He kissed her and explained, "Each time you look at me, think of me, or hear my name, the belt will fire up, bring you pleasure like you are receiving now. It won't let you cum, but will keep you fired up all day, and tonight, you will find your release."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah squealed out and her body flinched as the instruments attached to the harness began to vibrate. Her fingers gripped the table tightly. She had never felt such a thing before.

Her nipples hardened under Marsdan’s touch. Gods! She couldn’t believe how all the sensations came together. How was she ever going to get through the day? There wasn’t an hour she didn’t think of him, and she would see him eventually. She might have bitten off more than she could chew in this instance.

The harness was comfortable enough and it would easily be hidden under her dress. She just had to be carefully to avoid getting overly distracted.

Sabirah leaned up and kissed him again. “Somehow I think you will enjoy this even more than I,” she responded, squeezing her legs together. Knowing every time I look in your direction, it is more than just a thought…

Yes, she was beginning to understand just what made him so unique.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan ran his hands along her torso and down her arms, untying her. "Be glad I am not gagging you for the day to boot," he teased. He balled up the silk, wrapping it around his fingers. He took the silk and placed it directly over her nipple as he tucked her tit back into her dress.

"Something for you to fantasize about during the day."

He helped her down from the table, and watched with wry amusement as she straightened her dress out. He dropped his pants, freeing his cock from the constricting fabric, and sat in the chair he had been using earlier and whispered, "Come here."

 

[plightofsabine]

As if she didn’t already fantasize about him. He really didn’t know where her mind was half the time. She loved how her body responded.

The silk was a smooth reminder – he knew it and so did she. It would be difficult to get away from keeping him on her mind all the time. As Sabirah straightened out her dress, she smoothed it over her hips. The sight of him had those lovely little toys vibrating just a little harder and she had to force herself to step forward.

Sabirah felt her muscles start to twitch as she knelt in front of Marsdan. She couldn’t help but notice how aroused and rigid he had become. She brushed her tongue lightly over her lips before she glanced up at him. She wanted all that hardness deep in her mouth to taste him. The thought caused the vibrations to strengthen, distracting her momentarily. Sabirah clasped her thighs together for just a moment, but it didn’t really help all that much. In fact, the more she tried to ignore it, the more persistent it became.

“Can I taste you?” she asked.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked down between his legs at the image of his queen on her knees asking to taste him. It wasn't the head trip one might imagine. To say it wasn't cool would be disingenuous, but it was more, or substantially less, than a queen on her knees.

It was HIS woman on her knees for him. There was an intoxicating element to this situation. Strip away the titles, they were meaningless in this situation. It was more primal than that. It was the natural order of things in his mind. His woman, and indeed he thought of her that way, was here, with him, on her knees looking at his cock lovingly, longingly, asking to taste him.

Many women had been in that position. None more beautiful. None more desirable.

A hoarse, thick voice, barely recognizable as his own answered, "Yes."

His hand reached out and took hold of her head, and he guided her mouth slowly to the head of his cock which was leaking pre-cum. Her first taste was tentative. Much like that of a virgin, which merely days ago, she was. Her tongue lapped at the opalescent liquid that seeped from his piss slit and a shiver coursed through his body in response.

"Yessss," he drawled out, "That's it, Sabirah." Her hand wrapped around his shaft and she began stroking him gently, her touch nearly feather light.

He caressed her face, "When I cum, if you can manage it, cum with me."

 

[plightofsabine]

On top of the steady rhythm of the vibrations that emanated from the affixed harness Sabirah felt a tremble overtake her. She could feel her growing arousal accompanied by the moisture collecting between the folds of her womanhood. She tried not to squirm.

It was different somehow, positioned at his feet and between his knees. Dispensing with duties and expectations, it was just her and him. She wanted to please Marsdan; to show him the utter elation he brought to her every day. She wanted to convey the loving devotion in any way possible, and this was a good start.

When he guided her to his aroused flesh, Sabirah’s lips wrapped firmly around him. The taste of his pre-cum encouraged her to sample his entire length. And so, as his shaft disappeared between her soft, smooth lips, her tongue flicked eagerly across his taunt skin. Sabirah had to explore.

Her small hand stroked him in a slow, steady rhythm that matched her movements of taking him in and out of the depths of her mouth. Her tongue stroked the ridges of his cock head and rolled over the veins that lay directly beneath his skin.

Great Stars! He made her so hungry!

Sabirah sucked gently on his member, slowly at first, enjoying how it felt to have him in her mouth. Each time she went down on him, the more of him she tried to consume.

Her nipples grew taunt once again and they began to ache. Sabirah squirmed, despite her desire not to, and moaned out from around his cock when the pleasure began its work. Here, on her knees, she could feel the connection. It was excitement, desire, need and devotion all wrapped up with a pretty bow. All contained in the woman that so eagerly sought to please.

 

[a_libertine]

It was the moan that finished him off. The reverberations of her low moan echoing up and down his cock sent a sensation down to his balls that Marsdan never felt before.

These new sensations he felt with and around Sabirah at times left him frazzled, unsure, and flat out discombobulated. There were moments of clarity, especially when they were alone, like now. His need for her, his need for her submission to him, and his need for dominance drove him. His actions he elected carefully, usually. Sometimes they were off the cuff.

Like having her suck his cock.

It may have been a whimsical decision on his part, but it certainly was paying dividends.

The moan had no more dissipated when Sabirah attacked his cock like a water starved person in the Mirrored Desert at an oasis. Faster and faster she bobbed up and down, sucking more and more of his cock down her throat. Then she looked up at him.

And his eyes closed as his body arched, his balls unloading themselves into her throat. His hands tightened on her head, his fingers digging into her skull as he trembled from the sheer pleasure she gave him.

 

[plightofsabine]

She didn’t struggle or complain. Her deep, dark eyes met his and she instinctively swallowed, consuming the results of his climax. She pulled back slightly to open her airway.

Her body shuddered deeply. The fingers that had been working on her, vibrating against her aroused flesh, coupled with her mouth wrapped around Marsdan’s twitching cock allowed her to climax. It was more than the constant arousal, or even the taste of his flesh that brought her here. It was also the pure pleasure of his release and the natural dialogue they discovered together that drove her right over the edge.

Indeed. If there was no other truth, there was one. She was his.

 

[a_libertine]

As Marsdan's balls pumped his white hot liquid down her throat, he sat back down, relaxing. His eyes were glued to the spot where her mouth encircled his cock head watching as she gulped down shot after shot.

He felt her body quiver between his legs, presumably from her own orgasm.

Looking down, Sabirah looked a mess. Not necessarily a well fucked mess, but a mess nonetheless. He caressed her face and whispered, "That's my girl."

He pulled her up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He nuzzled her neck a moment, kissing her softly. He could feel the vibrations of the harness begin to pick up pace. "You are in for a heck of a day, aren't you?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah’s thighs started to quiver again with the newest onslaught of sensations the device was causing. She was having a little difficulty with concentrating on anything but him.

Her voice quivered when she responded, “the day might be a bit of a challenge,” she paused, closing her eyes for a second trying to get a grip on her voice before she continued, “but I wouldn’t ask for any other way.” There. She managed a full sentence. Sabirah snuggled up against him, clinging as she did so.

Somewhere else in the imperial palace…

Joss watched from the distance as Alcor Moren and the Lady Alia turned around the corner. She obviously had led him away from the Queen. Joss remained in the shadows.

“No, no! The Queen,” he hissed quietly under his breath. Joss didn’t like complications. Moren’s instructions were clear. Gain the company of the queen, not one of the ladies.

Joss heard Alia laugh delightfully to something Moren had said. She was clinging to him like she had all the control and was slowly leading him away from his purpose. Moren stopped as they reached the door to the tower. Grasping her by the hand, he pulled Alia through the doorway and closed it behind them.

Alia was still laughing. He pushed Alia against the wall and kissed her, tongues vying for control. Alia wasn’t ready to let go of him. Moren fumbled with his breeches as he continued to kiss her, managing to free his stiffening cock. He fought with the layers of her skirt before his hands finally found her stockinged thighs. His hands slid upwards and fingers delved into her smooth, hot petals, rubbing at her clit. Alia broke the kiss and moaned out.

“Fuck me like I was the queen,” she pleaded hoarsely, “drive your thick rod into me… show me how you’d fuck her.”

Moren’s body started to shake with tension. He growled under his breath, “I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re breeding, just like I will her,” he answered before driving his pulsing shaft into her soft, willing body.

Joss, hearing the muffled voices, started to seethe. This is not what they had in mind. This was just another one of Moren’s sidetracked adventures. He didn’t want to have to report this to his master. This would not do! No! No!

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan had left the queen with a kiss and a caress heading to the mage council library. There was research he needed to conduct, though he was doubtful he would find much that was useful in that regard. Still he had to do so.

Further, his presence in the mage's area allowed him to monitor what may be afoot there. He was still somewhat annoyed by the recent challenge. While he managed it easily enough, he knew that Farah would have known that she was out matched and yet she still initiated the duel, echoing so closely what the council had said earlier in the night.

Marsdan readily admitted that he was a hawk, not a dove. His name would be written in history for his defeat of Krixeor, he knew. Yet, he was still driven to create the greatest legacy of any mage.

Ever.

It was past sunset before Marsdan completed his research for the day. The search while mostly fruitless, did reveal that there existed a group of mages that existed consisting of the arch mage from each of the major empires. He pondered that a while deciding to follow that lead, for it was the closest thing to a lead he had.

 

[plightofsabine]

It was hours later before Alia returned to her duties. Sabirah was curious as to whether she had learned anything after sweeping Lord Moren away. When Novar was finished with his briefing, Sabirah motioned Alia close.
“Let’s walk,” Sabirah suggested.

The eyes in the room room followed the two as they disappeared. Sabirah didn’t always enjoy the fact she was never alone. She had to take it all with a grain of salt. As they wound their way through the garden, Sabirah broached the subject.

“Did you make any headway with Lord Moren?” she asked.

“Some, my Queen,” Alia responded. Seeing Sabirah’s look of interest she continued, “For the most part, I don’t think he knows much. The few things I’ve learned is that one – his desire is to have you in all ways. He wants you bedded and bred.” Alia paused.

Sabirah turned her head and looked squarely at Alia. She had never seriously thought about her duty to continue the royal line. She had really only played with the concept, using it as a tool to pressure the mages to accept her choices. Sabirah felt the heat rising her cheeks. Such things went with the marriage bed. Sabirah couldn’t imagine Alcor Moren as her lifelong partner. What a ridiculous notion. No, there was only one man that would meet her wishes.

“I haven’t even gotten as far as publically announcing my decision on marriage let alone all that.” Sabirah replied, scoffing. “What else does Lord Moren want?”

“I think he’s looking to reach high – to ultimately control the throne. He doesn’t brag about what he wants, so I’m not sure why he wants to pursue this. They usually always have a plan. Lord Moren doesn’t plan. He just acts,” Alia responded thoughtfully.

Sabirah thought briefly about what Alia had said. She had to agree with Marsdan on this. “That’s because someone is pulling the strings. We need to find out where those strings lead,” Sabirah answered. “Keep yourself inserted in his sights and see who he’s keeping company with. That may help us determine who, ultimately, is controlling his actions.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan left the mages compound and worked his way over toward the palace. He was deep in thought as he strode through the gardens, his favorite short cut. He stopped at the entrance to the maze and thought back with a smile to the dinner he and Sabirah had together.

He felt a tingle in his head, someone was trying to get a hold of him. Opening his mind ever so slightly, he felt the familiar voice of Treboa, his most trusted and able apprentice.

"Sorry, master, I need a moment."

Marsdan's face set itself someplace between a grin and a grimace as he thought, "Yes, Treboa, what is it?"

"We are making some progress master, but it is slow. General Tarath thinks that we will not be back to the capital in less than 30 days more."

"Why?"

Marsdan could feel the trepidation through the link, "It has rained constantly since we departed, and it is a preternatural rain. Half a mile on either side of the road there is no rain. Yet along the road we travel the rain falls as if all the gods are weeping for the Emperor."

Marsdan considered it a moment. The amount of power necessary to maintain a spell of that nature was considerable. It was possible to create a spell engine to power it, but the thought of the work necessary to build one was mind boggling.

"How are the troops handling it?"

The surprise in Treboa's mind voice was evident. "Uh, they are beginning to rumble and grouse some."

Marsdan nodded, "Okay, tell them exactly what you told me. The gods are weeping at our loss of the Emperor. Make sure that the priests say the same, should be easy enough to do."

Treboa's laugh was evident as he replied, "True. I will let the General know, he will make it happen."

Marsdan asked, "What does Tarath need anything?"

Treboa laughed again, "Yeah, he wants you to make the rain go away."

Marsdan barked in laughter. "Okay, I will work on it."

"Good night, master."

Marsdan sealed his mind off again with out another word.

He mulled the situation while he headed toward the queen's chambers. He knew what he would have to do first, and that was to see the rain and the magic behind it, for that he would have to travel to where the procession was.

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah was on edge. The majority of the day she spent half the time with Marsdan on her mind and the other half recovering from her wandering mind. Despite the distractions she managed to muddle through the day. Novar gave her a suspicious look when she flinched in her chair. Unfortunately, it was quite noticeable and she had to make the excuse she had sat on a splinter. One of many incidents, she was just happy to get away.

Sabirah had chosen to have dinner brought to her apartments instead of eating in the hall. The spread the cook had managed was a lot more than she could possibly consume herself. That was a norm. Sabirah poured herself a cup of wine and walked over to the large window. She looked out, wondering, what lay beyond the horizon. She had never been allowed the luxury of travel with having to stay behind when her father had been out on his campaigns. Sabirah wondered what it would be like to see the farthest edge of the borders. Perhaps she could work it out to take a trip just to see what her family had accomplished over these many years… perhaps later on. For now, there was no one to replace her. She was the last of her father’s line.

She knew the thing to take her out of the hum drum she was working towards. Maybe a couple of sessions with the sword master would help. It had been a while since she last focused on footwork. Yes, when he finally managed to get back from the front, that is. It seemed just about everything had to wait until the return.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan walked into the queen's chambers and watched her a moment as she sat looking into space the food all but forgotten. He smiled at her as he walked across the room. He approached quietly trying not to disturb her until he was at arms length.

He reached out and caressed her neck, weaving his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled gently craning her neck back a little. He leaned over his lips brushing hers as he asked, "Miss me?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Oh yes. She had missed him.

There was only one man confident enough to touch her unbidden.

She felt a tingle travel from the nape of her neck down her spine and then the sensations between her thighs began again, spreading outwards.

“Yes I did – as if there were any doubt in your mind…” she answered, smiling.

Sabirah tensed as she fought to keep her reactions under control.

“Have you had dinner?” she asked, turning and motioning to the spread on the table. “They brought plenty. People forget I don’t have the appetite of a man.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan looked at the spread of food and picked at it a moment tasting the food. Finding it delicious, as if there was any doubt he pulled up a chair and sat next to Sabirah.

As he loaded his plate, he looked her over and saw that her face was somewhat flush still from the lengthy state of near perpetual stimulation she had faced during the day. Part of him wanted to get her to stand so he could run a hand along her thighs until he could feel the effects on her. He knew that would be hazardous at best, someone would very likely walk in at any moment, which had it's own appeal, but later, once he had secured his position at her side.

He ate slowly, methodically his eyes roaming over her. "I think I have to take a trip. The caravan is running into some magical weather that is slowing it down and my apprentices there seem unable to dispel it."

He glanced at her, "And before you say you want to come, I thought about that. As much as I would like that, you can't, at least not yet. Things are too precarious here, and an absence on your part could have consequences."

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah fixed her plate and placed it in front of her. She picked a few pieces of fruit from her plate and chewed on them as she considered what he had just told her.

Her eyes met his once his roaming gaze steadied. Sabirah shifted and crossed her legs. She didn’t disguise her disappointment. She had just been thinking about her desire to get out and like her, he came to the same conclusions and she formed her lips in a pout.

“I know, but it doesn’t make the desire any less,” she answered. “I’ve been held up here for longer than I care for, and as I said before in other conversations, sometimes time away can do some good. But knowing the reasons, I understand.” Sabirah sighed.

Do you have an idea as to the source of the magic that is controlling the weather?” Sabirah didn’t like the idea of something delaying the procession. Someone would be biding time. But for what? What would be the point? She had a good grasp of things here, but maybe that was the problem. Maybe someone wanted to unseat her for some reason.

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan shook his head, "No. I will need to see the spell in action to know for sure what they are facing."

He ran a hand up her leg squeezing it familiarly about mid thigh. "I loath the thought of being away from you at this time, both emotionally and politically. It will complicate things."

He watched Sabirah's face as the the belt around her waist began buzzing and vibrating faster as his hand lingered on her leg. He smiled knowingly, then asked, "How many times did you have to change dresses today?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Sabirah’s body tensed as the vibrating became stronger. She took in a breath and released it slowly. She could feel her inner muscles contracting with the sensations. She was now intimately familiar with how her body reacted having spent the majority of the day recovering from the device’s effects.

Her hands migrated downwards and came to rest on his. She enjoyed his touch and she knew that any time away would wear on her emotionally. She had already lost a father and she didn’t want to lose him as well. Though he probably worried more about how she would fare than he. Marsdan had a strong soul. She could feel the connection when they were together.

“The question should be, how many times I changed undergarments?” she answered, laughing.

“And for your information, four.”

 

[a_libertine]

Marsdan laughed gently, as he pulled Sabirah onto his lap. "I believe I promised you a powerful orgasm tonight, didn't I?"

He locked the doors into her suite magically and began loosening the bodice to her dress. As her flesh became available to him, Marsdan began kissing, licking and nibbling on her. He could feel the vibrations pick up speed and intensity, the waves rolling through her and into him, remotely massaging his cock.

"Maybe I should leave that on you and bend you over the table," he breathlessly whispered into her ear. The resulting moan coming from her sealed the plan in place.

HE pushed Sabirah up and over the table, not bothering to move the food that had been forgotten by both. Flipping her skirts up over her waist, and dropping his trousers, Marsdan eased his turgid member into her sodden pussy in one stroke. Once bottomed out, he began to tease her, pulling out slowly, inch by inch, only to gently press it back in a half inch before repeating.

At the apex of his back stroke, Marsdan reached forward and twirled a fist into her locks and pulled her head and shoulders back forcibly. "Is this what you want? To be fucked hard? To be used as I want?"

He held his cock at her opening the tip barely brushing against her as he waited for her answer.